PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

The Astronomy Tower was supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. A place where Y/N could lay stretched across the cold stone railing, watching the stars, listening to the wind, and ignoring the chaos of her life.

Instead, the door slammed open.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Five boys stood frozen in horror.

Draco's hands were on his head.

Blaise looked seconds away from a heart attack.

Theo was staring, eyes huge.

Enzo's jaw was unhinged.

And Mattheo—Mattheo was locked in place, his brown eyes burning with something feral.

"Y/N," he growled, voice dangerously low. "Get down. Now."

Y/N blinked at them, shifting slightly. "Guys, relax, I'm just—"

Her foot slipped.

The railing betrayed her.

And suddenly, she was falling.

Their screams split the night.

"Y/N!"

"NO—!"

Mattheo lunged, but he was too late.

The wind rushed past her ears, her heart leaping into her throat.

And then—

A massive shadow moved.

With a powerful whoosh, black wings cut through the air.

Tarin.

The dragon caught her effortlessly, shifting her onto his back before she could even think about screaming.

The boys?

They lost their minds.

"SH-SHE GOT FUCKING EATEN BY A DRAGON!" Blaise wailed.

"SHE'S DEAD!" Draco screeched.

Theo was still clutching Mattheo, who was thrashing like a madman.

"LET ME GO!" Mattheo roared, pure panic in his voice. "SHE FELL—"

"AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING FLY!" Theo bellowed, straining to hold him back.

Then—

"She's fine!"

Mattheo's head snapped up.

And there she was.

Casually sitting on a dragon.

Looking down at them.

Completely unharmed.

Mattheo twitched. "You," his voice was hoarse, "have a fucking dragon?"

Y/N hesitated. "...Surprise?"

Silence.

"YOU HAVE A FUCKING DRAGON?!" Draco exploded.

"SINCE WHEN?" Blaise shrieked.

"SINCE FUCKING WHEN, Y/N?" Theo yelled.

Mattheo just stared, hands still shaking. "You—" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You have a fucking dragon."

Y/N winced. "Technically... I have two."

Another silence.

Then—

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Enzo yelled.

"TWO?" Draco clutched his chest like he was having a heart attack.

Mattheo twitched violently.

Blaise wheezed, "TWO DRAGONS?!"

Theo, however, had gone dead silent. His eyes were locked onto Tarin, and then—his face paled.

"...Wait."

His fingers twitched.

"Wait, wait, wait—" His head snapped toward Y/N, eyes wide. "Is that—?" He swallowed thickly. "Is that fucking Tarin?"

Y/N grinned. "Ding, ding, ding."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Theo shrieked. "YOU HAVE TARIN?!"

Draco blinked. "Wait. Who the fuck is Tarin?"

"THE STRONGEST DRAGON ALIVE," Theo yelled, voice cracking. "THE FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF THE SKY? THE LEGENDARY SHADOW? THE ONE EVEN ADULT DRAGONS BOW TO?"

Y/N smirked. "That Tarin."

Draco made a strangled noise. "I—I'm going to be sick."

Blaise flopped onto the ground. "I need a nap. And a drink. And a therapist."

Mattheo was staring, his brain still buffering. "You—you have Tarin," he repeated dumbly.

Y/N smiled sweetly. "I do."

Theo grabbed Mattheo's shoulders. "Do you know what that means?"

Mattheo, still in shock: "...That I have trust issues?"

Theo ignored him. "It means that Y/N has been hiding the strongest dragon in existence from us like it's some kind of pet cat."

Mattheo blinked. "I'm going to kill you."

Y/N shrugged. "You'll have to catch me first."

Before they could react, she grinned wickedly.

"Tarin," she whispered in her mind. "Barrel roll."

Tarin flipped.

The boys screamed.

Y/N cackled, throwing her arms up like she was on a roller coaster.

"YESSSSSSS!"

Draco collapsed. "I'm done. I'm so done."

Blaise whimpered from the floor. "I hate her."

Theo looked wrecked.

Mattheo twitched violently.

Y/N smirked. "Oh, by the way—"

She tilted her head, voice sweet.

"I also have Adarna."

Silence.

Then—

Theo's soul left his body.

"THE RAREST DRAGON TO EVER EXIST?!" His voice broke.

Y/N's grin widened.

"AND THE FIRST OF HER KIND TO EVER BE FOUND AND BONDED?!" Theo screamed, voice reaching new heights. "THE YOUNGEST BOND EVER RECORDED IN HISTORY?!"

Y/N hummed. "Yep."

"WHAT THE HELL, Y/N?!"

Draco fell over. "I'm not built for this."

Blaise wheezed from the floor. "I'm having a crisis."

Enzo muttered to himself, "Two. She has fucking two."

Mattheo exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. "...I'm going to kill you."

Draco wheezed. "Get in line."

Y/N just winked and patted Tarin's side. "Well, this was fun—"

Mattheo lunged, but—

She and Tarin shot into the sky, disappearing into the night.

The boys stood there, wrecked.

Blaise, after a long pause: "...Did she just leave?"

Theo dragged a hand down his face. "I fucking hate her."

Mattheo was still twitching. "She has TWO FUCKING DRAGONS."

Draco groaned. "I need a drink."

And for the rest of the night, they stood there, processing the fact that Y/N Kane—the girl they thought they knew—had just two dragons.

The strongest and the rarest.

And she'd just flown away like it was nothing.

NEXT MORNING

The next morning, Y/N strolled into the Great Hall like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn't fallen off the Astronomy Tower.

Like she hadn't revealed two legendary dragons.

Like she hadn't almost sent the boys to an early grave.

The second she stepped in—

"YOU!"

The entire Slytherin table went dead silent.

Mattheo launched from his seat, chair screeching as it hit the floor. His eyes blazed.

Theo slammed his hands on the table, face wrecked. "YOU HAVE TARIN?"

Draco threw his goblet. "AND ADARNA?!"

Blaise, voice cracking: "THE LEGENDARY SHADOW AND THE FIRST EVER BONDED GOLDEN PHOENIX DRAGON?!"

Enzo pointed aggressively. "YOU LEFT US FOR DEAD!"

Y/N blinked.

Then, she grinned.

"Morning, boys."

"Don't you fucking morning us," Mattheo growled, storming toward her. "YOU HAVE TWO FUCKING DRAGONS!"

Y/N hummed. "I do."

Theo practically vibrated. "You bonded with Adarna—THE Adarna? The first of her kind ever recorded?!"

"AT SIXTEEN?" Draco screeched.

"YUP."

"DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THAT IS?!" Theo grabbed his head, looking ready to combust. "THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A RECORDED BOND TO A GOLDEN PHOENIX DRAGON IN HISTORY AND YOU'RE JUST—WALTZING AROUND WITH IT?!"

"AND TARIN?" Blaise howled. "THE NIGHTMARE OF THE SKY? THE UNTOUCHABLE SHADOW?"

"He's a softie," Y/N shrugged.

Mattheo twitched violently.

"Softie," he repeated, voice dangerously low. "SOFTIE?"

"The strongest dragon alive—" Draco's voice cracked, "*—who could probably wipe out an army—is a softie?"

"Mhm."

Theo gasped. "I—I'm going to pass out."

Enzo buried his face in his hands. "I need a vacation."

"YOU MADE HIM DO A BARREL ROLL, Y/N!" Mattheo roared. "A FUCKING BARREL ROLL!"

Y/N grinned. "It was fun."

"FUN?!" The entire table lost their minds.

Y/N, completely unbothered, plopped into her seat and grabbed a piece of toast. "You guys are so dramatic."

"Dramatic?!" Blaise wheezed. "DRAMATIC?!"

Theo slapped a hand over his heart. "We almost DIED from STRESS."

Draco ran a hand down his face. "I haven't slept."

Mattheo still looked half-feral. "You vanished into the night, Y/N."

"And now I'm back." She took a bite of toast. "Good morning."

Mattheo twitched. "I'm going to strangle you."

"You'd have to catch me first."

Silence.

Then—

Theo groaned. "I fucking hate you."

Blaise collapsed onto the table. "I need a therapist."

Enzo shook his head. "This is too much."

Mattheo?

He just glared. "This conversation is not over."

Y/N only smirked.

Because she knew—

This conversation was never going to be over.